Family life -- Fiction; Farm life -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction
"Tell her that I say you've been a mighty good friend to me, yet I hope
I may never return any favors of the same kind."
"By jocks! I hope not. I guess it's just as well she was away.
She'll think we've acted just like two harum-scarum men, and will be
awfully scandalized over your marrying this woman. Don't you feel a
little nervous about it?"
"No! When my mind's made up, I don't worry. Nobody else need lie
awake for it's my affair."
"Well, Jim, you know how I feel about it, but I've got to say something
and I might as well say it plain."
"That's the only way you ought to say it."
"Well, you talked long enough to give me plenty of time to think. One
thing is clear, Angy won't take to this marriage. You know I'd like to
have you both come in and take a meal as you always have done, but then
a man must keep peace with his wife, and--"
"I understand, Tom. We won't come till Mrs. Watterly asks us."
"But you won't have hard feelings?"
"No, indeed. Aint you doing your level best as a friend?"
"Well, you know women are so set about these things, and Angy is rather
hard on people who don't come up to her mark of respectability. What's
more, I suppose you'll find that others will think and act as she does.
If you cared about people's opinions I should have been dead against
it, but as you feel and are situated, I'm hanged if I don't think she's
just the one."
"If it hadn't been this one, I don't believe it would have been anyone.
Here we are," and he tied his horses before the office of the justice.
Mr. Harkins greeted Holcroft with a sort of patronizing cordiality, and
was good enough to remember that they had been at the little country
schoolhouse together. In Watterly he heartily recognized a brother
politician who controlled a goodly number of votes.
When Holcroft briefly made known his errand, the justice gave a great
guffaw of laughter and said, "Oh, bring her here! And I'll invite in
some of the boys as witnesses."
"I'm not afraid of all the witnesses that you could crowd into a
ten-acre lot," said Holcroft somewhat sternly, "but there is no
occasion to invite the boys, whoever they are, or anyone else. She
doesn't want to be stared at. I was in hopes, Mr. Harkins, that you'd
ride up to the almshouse with us and quietly marry us there."
"Well, I guess you'd better bring her here. I'm pretty busy this
afternoon, and--"
"See here, Ben," said Watterly, taking the justice aside, "Holcroft is
my friend, and you know I'm mighty thick with my friends. They count
more with me than my wife's relations. Now I want you to do what
Holcroft wishes, as a personal favor to me, and the time will come when
I can make it up to you."
"Oh, certainly, Watterly! I didn't understand," replied Harkins, who
looked upon Holcroft as a close and, as he would phrase it, no-account
farmer, from whom he could never expect even a vote. "I'll go with you
at once. It's but a short job."
"Well," said Holcroft, "how short can you make it?"
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